Saturday night Mac and I dropped Nixon off at my friend's house for our night of free sitter service. (We had little Miss Macy the night before.) On the way to pick up our take out order, Mac mentions (and kept him unnamed) co-worker of his who feels we're being ridiculous for having an only based on financial reasons. He told Mac "God will provide" and felt the need to say this to Mac regardless of the fact that Mac is an atheist so his argument has no weight. Now, my husband is wise enough to NOT tell me who this Bible thumping asshole is who thinks he knows better than we do, and has the audacity to basically say our reason for having Nixon alone is shit-poor and we need to pop out another one since the peeping ghost in the sky and his zombie son will prove for us.... because they're doing such an awesome job of doing it for everyone else I know right now.
Okay, so I have nothing against most religious people. Most of my family is Christian of one denomination or another, and most of them accept that I am not. A few of them pray for me, I'm sure, but at least they don't tell me I'm going to hell anymore, because lets face it...I stopped believing that threat when I survived living in my parents home for 18 plus years. Honestly, Hell has a lot to live up to after that. And ultimately, so what if I'm wrong...but what if I'm not?? What if they're the ones who are wrong?? What if we're all wrong?? Who really knows what happens when we die? We're dead. The end.
Mac and I both grew up in home watching our parents struggle financially to provide for 2 children. It's very difficult knowing, from a young age,that your parents are fighting over money. It's harder still watching all your friends going away on vacations or getting awesome birthday parties/gifts and knowing you'll be lucky to go to the county fair for a day. My parents never saved for me to go to college and when I did go, it was against my dad's wishes. He thought it was stupid and wanted me to get a full-time job instead. So I did both....then I moved out. I'm STILL in debt for college tuition. It's shit like that that weighed heavily on our choice to have only Nixon, among other reasons.
As for the "God will provide" bullshit. There's a reason Mac won't let me find out who this shithead is. Because in the car I started my rant before he shut me down (only because he agrees with me not because he wanted me to shut up). So, in order to get it off my chest and out of my head I give you my.....Loss of Faith Rant:
Okay, so for the sake of argument, I did once believe in God. I prayed to him and asked him to help my dad not be so angry. I asked him to help my mom protect my sister and I. I asked him to help my dad stop drinking. I asked him to put my broken family back together.
God never made any of those things happen.
As I got older I saw worse things and I lived through worse things. I got beat at home by my dad and I got beat by my first boyfriend. God never helped me. No one helped me.
So for this christian....what could me, a child around the age of 9 when it started, have possibly done to have deserved this kind of treatment? NO honestly, I'd like to know what kind of justification I'd get other than "God had a plan for you" because any plan that involved regular abuse from multiple people who "loved" me kind of sucks ass. And breaking up my family, while bringing my dad's mistress into my mom's home, while she was there acting as an old friend only to leave and fuck her HUSBAND (my dad)...AWESOME plan!! I mean, really props on that one, because we totally didn't see that coming. So, umm.....can I get a reasoning for that? I mean, what did my mom do to deserve that kind of betrayal from her husband?? Yeah, I was kind of expecting that blank stare from you asshole. Thanks for the help though. So umm....shall we continue, cause I could go on.
Even after I stopped believing, I've seen infants get cancer, children my son's age have life threatening diseases, I've seen entire villages washed out to sea....and I've seen people say they'll pray for these people. I find myself thinking "I'm going to say he's not there right now".
I've seen people picket deceased soldiers funerals in the name of the very same God this pretentious shit tells me will provide for my family if we have another child, and I've seen other hate crimes carried out in God's name. I'm tired of there being so much hate being done in God's name! I'm tired of my life's abuses being justified as "look how strong HE made you". I asked adults for help. I spoke to my pastor about what I was going through at home....and those fucking church shits decided it was a "family situation" since my dad left the church and wouldn't come to family counseling at the church. Thanks for fucking nothing, fuckface!
Am I angry? Yeah maybe I have some leftover anger. But mostly I'm pissed that people seem to refuse to accept that there are people that just don't believe in the bible and god and all those other fables that you (a general you) live your life by, so they keep pushing and pushing it on people.
So, if anyone knows who this fucktard is who loves to thump the bible at work and tell my husband what a shame it is we're not giving Nixon the gift of a sibling because "siblings are a gift from God"....please be so kind as to tell him "Herpes and Syphilis are gifts from God too, feel free to go get them."
I really hate people who only speak from their asshole and think while their head is firmly stuck up their ass. Their breath always smells like shit!
Once upon a time I believed in God, then I learned about logic and science. Now I prefer pagan beliefs of nature celebrations and strong belief in Karma. I married an outspoken Atheist and we have a free-thinking child who can believe whatever he wants as long as he chooses it out of a desire to believe and not a fear of not believing. When god starts sending me cash in the mail, to provide for my family I'll reconsider my stance.....but until then I like how I live my life. (Cash only cause this bitch ain't falling for no God scam!)
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
The post office gave me better gifts than my husband...too bad I have to buy everything first...I feel so cheated now.
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| This is me, with my custom mug...and it's all true! |
Can I just say.....I have no clue what to shop for when it comes to buying for a baby girl?!?!? The clothes alone left me baffled and confused!! I mean, honestly, leggings, ruffles bottoms, skorts, tights, skirts.....I was loosing my mind!!! So I picked two complete outfits, that looked cute and like something I would put a daughter I had in, which might not be something Snotface would pick for her daughters...so it's perfect! Then, Nixon picked out a babydoll for his cousin! And we were done!! (And I sent a thankful prayer to the goddesses for sending me a boy because I can shop for a boy, girls almost cause me to break out the paper bag and breath deeply into it!)
Nixon was ready for a nap after that, so I took him home, got the gifts ready to ship and then off to the post office. (Don't worry, he wasn't home alone, Mac was home sleeping as well, since he was working last night. So I told Mac I was leaving and he knew Nixon might get up and wander into our bedroom. Geez....what kind of mom do you think I am?!?!?) I love the drive to the post office, even in the rain! It's a nice 10-15 minute drive and by myself, it's pure heaven. I can listen to a podcast or my favorite angry chick music or anything that Mac is not a fan of. Or nothing at all. Sometimes, like yesterday, I turn off the radio and I listened to the wipers swish across the windshield and the rain beat on the roof of car. I also heard the thunder boom overhead. It was so soothing, since thunderstorms like the one we had yesterday are a rarity and something I missed, without even realizing I was missing them.
Now, where was I?!?!? Oh yeah...the post office. So I got there, checked our box and we had no notices of packages to be picked up. I grabbed Violet's box, and went to send it out. While I was filling out the customs form (BIGGEST pain in the ass ever!! I can not wait to never have to fill one of those out again!!) 3 package slips went into our box!! So, because our post office staff is kind of awesome, they grabbed the packages while I paid for the shipping. HELLOS all the shits for me!!! (This is exciting because it almost never happens that way!)
First, the exciting envelope: big thing of coupons from a facebook friend. Epic score!
Second, really fast shipped electronic: new 9 cell battery for my netbook. Shits yeah no more charging this bitch every 45-56 minutes, suckas!!
And finally, the creme-dela-creme box: my brand new, custom ordered coffee mug!!!! But I'd rather add pictures than just try to tell you about the awesomeness.
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| Close up of the mug |
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| This was my morning setup....sometimes I have to bribe myself to get out of bed. New mug, preset coffee and caramel coffee syrup was my bribe today. |
Saturday, July 23, 2011
It's a contest, a cry for a help and a secret code!!!!
The HUBS and I are in a photo contest on facebook....
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| THIS is the photo you are voting for. But in case you don't have facebook, I didn't want to leave you wondering about the graffiti wall and photo awesomeness! So behold!! |
Friday, July 22, 2011
Breakfast smiles with a side of bacon induced vomit.....and you sir, are a dick!
I'm pretty sure every morning I've gotten woken up by Mac this week, he's brought me bad news. Why can't he just ONCE come in, kiss me softly on the cheek, whisper something loving into my ear, place a fresh cup of coffee on the night stand next to the bed and say "Honey, it's morning and the day just isn't the same without you sharing it with me."....just once?!?!? Why??? Because, I didn't marry THAT pussy!!
I married this guy:
Mac: "Babe, the power just went out"
me: "huh?"
Mac: "We've got no power"
me: "so?"
Mac: "It's hot and Nixon's going nuts because there's nothing for him to do."
me: "Fuck" (as I tried to stay asleep)
(5-10 minutes later....I'm honestly not sure how long it was because I don't wear a watch 98% of the time, my cell phone is never near me and we had no power...I hear Nixon screaming in the living room)
Nixon: "NOOOOOO! No mommy! No Mommy!"
Mac: C'mon, let's go get mommy out of bed"
me (in the bed still): "no mommy out of bed!"
Nixon: "No mommy!"
They come into the bedroom and I eventually get out of bed. We all get dressed and leave the house. There have been a lot of power outages around base this week, so it is what it is. Mac grabs a bag of ice for the milk and other dairy stuff, puts those things in the cooler with the ice and then we head off for our regular Mac's Saturday Off Breakfast Out.
Apparently, a lot of other people had the same idea, because our regular breakfast place of choice was crowded! We got seated, tried to get Nixon situated (and failed miserably), ordered our drinks, drinks arrived and we ordered our breakfasts. Nixon was not feeling the sitting and waiting patiently & quietly part of the meal, so I had to take him into hall and do a public Time Out with him. It lasted much longer than the usual 2 minutes and was loud enough that Mac heard Nixon yowling in the restaurant....but I did not cave or give in, Nixon did his full TO for acting out in public.
Now, Nixon has fallen in LOVE with bacon recently. So when we do our breakfast out we order him his own bacon strips. Usually we get his crispy since he like his the same way I like mine, probably because he steals mine all the time. Today, because he was acting out and they were busy, we rushed through placing our order and didn't ask for crispy bacon. I will so be regretting that in about 20 minutes!
Nixon comes back in from TO, our meals arrive a few minutes later and Nixon immediately starts shoveling a bacon strip into his mouth! It's very soft and he just keeps pushing more into his mouth. At first, we just go about eating and watching him from the corner of our eye. Then....it happens. Nixon starts to get teary eyed. He starts making that choking almost vomit face. Mac grabs a napkin and Nixon starts coughing. He keeps coughing and before anyone can really do anything, you just know this is going to be BAD!!! He coughs up a few pieces of pancake and then WHOOSH......apple juice, chocolate milk and bacon its all come flowing like a dam broke! It's on Nixon's shorts, his chair and a little on his shirt. For the most part, Mac was right there with a napkin to limit the damage. I bust out the wipes and Mac and I break into full on damage control: calm Nixon, clean Nixon, clean the chair, and assure the server that Nixon is okay. Nixon even insisted on "I clean up" himself. The server brought Nixon some water and took the bacon back to be cooked a little more (at my request). Mac went out the car and grabbed the swim trunks that I happened to have left (read lazily kept forgetting to take into the house...but we'll go with my mommy intuition knew I was going to need them and WANTED to keep them in the car!) out there so Nixon could at least have clean shorts on. While Mac took Nixon to change, I finished cleaning the chair and the server removed all the vomit covered wipes and napkins.
No harm no foul, right?
Well, not according to the guy sitting behind us. He, apparently, found it disgusting that I could clean vomit and go back to eating my meal without missing a beat. He voiced to HIS server, that he lost his appetite just hearing the sound of a child vomiting! Well fucktard, I'm sorry that YOU have a weaker stomach than I do, but I pushed that vomiting child out of my vagina so I'm much stronger than you are...neener, neener, neener! I fucking win! Secondly, because you were sitting behind ME, I was blocking you're view, so while you HEARD it I got to see it...and it was pretty goddamned spectacular as bacon induced vomits go! But, I'll be honest, if I stopped eating everytime my son did something that SOUNDED gross, I'd never eat. Nevermind when he actually does something gross. It's not like, Captain Sens-A-Ears, my kid was sick, he simply started eating too much bacon (because he LOVES bacon...and really who doesn't love bacon?!?!?) and when he tried swallowing it thinking he'd chewed it enough, he hadn't and his body used the only way it knows how, to let him know it wasn't ready to take it all in. It's called a gag reflex. Sometimes it makes you vomit.
Anywho....the fucktard behind us got up to leave, and shot my son, the love of my life, a disgusted look as he walked by. I saw it and maybe I'm sensitive or imagining it, but for the sake of MY blog, we'll say I'm not....I wanted to cuntpunch his dumbass. Just wait till you get some stupid whore pregnant and she tricks you into marrying her. So one day when you're out eating with your new bitch wife and your demon spawn, who does the same thing one day, maybe then you'll look back on today and you'll understand how I could continue eating after cleaning up vomit. Of course, you might also be the type of guy who already has a few kids but just leaves them for their moms to raise and sends a check every couple months, calls once a week and still has the nerve to say "I'm a dad", when in reality you're really just a walking sperm bank with ATM capabilities. Either way, save your dirty looks for someone who didn't just deal with a bacon induced vomiting child.
Now if you'll excuse me, my coffee's getting cold Asshole!
I married this guy:
Mac: "Babe, the power just went out"
me: "huh?"
Mac: "We've got no power"
me: "so?"
Mac: "It's hot and Nixon's going nuts because there's nothing for him to do."
me: "Fuck" (as I tried to stay asleep)
(5-10 minutes later....I'm honestly not sure how long it was because I don't wear a watch 98% of the time, my cell phone is never near me and we had no power...I hear Nixon screaming in the living room)
Nixon: "NOOOOOO! No mommy! No Mommy!"
Mac: C'mon, let's go get mommy out of bed"
me (in the bed still): "no mommy out of bed!"
Nixon: "No mommy!"
They come into the bedroom and I eventually get out of bed. We all get dressed and leave the house. There have been a lot of power outages around base this week, so it is what it is. Mac grabs a bag of ice for the milk and other dairy stuff, puts those things in the cooler with the ice and then we head off for our regular Mac's Saturday Off Breakfast Out.
Apparently, a lot of other people had the same idea, because our regular breakfast place of choice was crowded! We got seated, tried to get Nixon situated (and failed miserably), ordered our drinks, drinks arrived and we ordered our breakfasts. Nixon was not feeling the sitting and waiting patiently & quietly part of the meal, so I had to take him into hall and do a public Time Out with him. It lasted much longer than the usual 2 minutes and was loud enough that Mac heard Nixon yowling in the restaurant....but I did not cave or give in, Nixon did his full TO for acting out in public.
Now, Nixon has fallen in LOVE with bacon recently. So when we do our breakfast out we order him his own bacon strips. Usually we get his crispy since he like his the same way I like mine, probably because he steals mine all the time. Today, because he was acting out and they were busy, we rushed through placing our order and didn't ask for crispy bacon. I will so be regretting that in about 20 minutes!
Nixon comes back in from TO, our meals arrive a few minutes later and Nixon immediately starts shoveling a bacon strip into his mouth! It's very soft and he just keeps pushing more into his mouth. At first, we just go about eating and watching him from the corner of our eye. Then....it happens. Nixon starts to get teary eyed. He starts making that choking almost vomit face. Mac grabs a napkin and Nixon starts coughing. He keeps coughing and before anyone can really do anything, you just know this is going to be BAD!!! He coughs up a few pieces of pancake and then WHOOSH......apple juice, chocolate milk and bacon its all come flowing like a dam broke! It's on Nixon's shorts, his chair and a little on his shirt. For the most part, Mac was right there with a napkin to limit the damage. I bust out the wipes and Mac and I break into full on damage control: calm Nixon, clean Nixon, clean the chair, and assure the server that Nixon is okay. Nixon even insisted on "I clean up" himself. The server brought Nixon some water and took the bacon back to be cooked a little more (at my request). Mac went out the car and grabbed the swim trunks that I happened to have left (read lazily kept forgetting to take into the house...but we'll go with my mommy intuition knew I was going to need them and WANTED to keep them in the car!) out there so Nixon could at least have clean shorts on. While Mac took Nixon to change, I finished cleaning the chair and the server removed all the vomit covered wipes and napkins.
No harm no foul, right?
Well, not according to the guy sitting behind us. He, apparently, found it disgusting that I could clean vomit and go back to eating my meal without missing a beat. He voiced to HIS server, that he lost his appetite just hearing the sound of a child vomiting! Well fucktard, I'm sorry that YOU have a weaker stomach than I do, but I pushed that vomiting child out of my vagina so I'm much stronger than you are...neener, neener, neener! I fucking win! Secondly, because you were sitting behind ME, I was blocking you're view, so while you HEARD it I got to see it...and it was pretty goddamned spectacular as bacon induced vomits go! But, I'll be honest, if I stopped eating everytime my son did something that SOUNDED gross, I'd never eat. Nevermind when he actually does something gross. It's not like, Captain Sens-A-Ears, my kid was sick, he simply started eating too much bacon (because he LOVES bacon...and really who doesn't love bacon?!?!?) and when he tried swallowing it thinking he'd chewed it enough, he hadn't and his body used the only way it knows how, to let him know it wasn't ready to take it all in. It's called a gag reflex. Sometimes it makes you vomit.
Anywho....the fucktard behind us got up to leave, and shot my son, the love of my life, a disgusted look as he walked by. I saw it and maybe I'm sensitive or imagining it, but for the sake of MY blog, we'll say I'm not....I wanted to cuntpunch his dumbass. Just wait till you get some stupid whore pregnant and she tricks you into marrying her. So one day when you're out eating with your new bitch wife and your demon spawn, who does the same thing one day, maybe then you'll look back on today and you'll understand how I could continue eating after cleaning up vomit. Of course, you might also be the type of guy who already has a few kids but just leaves them for their moms to raise and sends a check every couple months, calls once a week and still has the nerve to say "I'm a dad", when in reality you're really just a walking sperm bank with ATM capabilities. Either way, save your dirty looks for someone who didn't just deal with a bacon induced vomiting child.
Now if you'll excuse me, my coffee's getting cold Asshole!
Damn I wish I payed more attention in Geography Class
So, this is going to show just how lame I really am. But it's also going to show how deeply grateful and touched I am that so many people read, and I hope, enjoy my blog.
My newest obsession is the stats of my blog. I check those multiple times during the day. I get giddy when I see the number creeping over 10, ease past 20 and you don't even want to know what happens if I happen to have a post that sees 30-40 hits in one day. It's embarrassing. No, it's funny but not something I'm ready to make public yet.
I pulled up my stats for this month. I'm a little amazed with how many people look at my blog and where you all are from! July's stats look like this:
United States 295/Japan 61/Canada 22/Malaysia 9/Australia 2/Germany 2/Austria 1/Azerbaijan 1/Bahamas 1/France 1/South Korea 1
First, thank you to everyone who has read anything I've ever written on this blog.
Second, how fucking cool is it that I have a reader in a country I couldn't even identify on a map?!?!? Nevermind find on a map, I can't ever pronounce it...which is not to say I don't appreciate the person who's read my blog from there, it's more to say America's school systems seriously fail their students. Azerbaijan according to Mac is south of Russia and north of Iran.
Third, yet more proof I was never very good at geography...I thought Austria had broken up as a country. Sorry about that y'all. I mentioned that to Mac and I asked him "Are you sure?" when he told me I was wrong.
The point of all this wasn't just to advertise my very obvious lacking in the geographical department, though it's a pretty huge shortcoming. The point is to say Thanks for Reading!! Can't wait to entertain you some more!
Cheers!
My newest obsession is the stats of my blog. I check those multiple times during the day. I get giddy when I see the number creeping over 10, ease past 20 and you don't even want to know what happens if I happen to have a post that sees 30-40 hits in one day. It's embarrassing. No, it's funny but not something I'm ready to make public yet.
I pulled up my stats for this month. I'm a little amazed with how many people look at my blog and where you all are from! July's stats look like this:
United States 295/Japan 61/Canada 22/Malaysia 9/Australia 2/Germany 2/Austria 1/Azerbaijan 1/Bahamas 1/France 1/South Korea 1
First, thank you to everyone who has read anything I've ever written on this blog.
Second, how fucking cool is it that I have a reader in a country I couldn't even identify on a map?!?!? Nevermind find on a map, I can't ever pronounce it...which is not to say I don't appreciate the person who's read my blog from there, it's more to say America's school systems seriously fail their students. Azerbaijan according to Mac is south of Russia and north of Iran.
Third, yet more proof I was never very good at geography...I thought Austria had broken up as a country. Sorry about that y'all. I mentioned that to Mac and I asked him "Are you sure?" when he told me I was wrong.
The point of all this wasn't just to advertise my very obvious lacking in the geographical department, though it's a pretty huge shortcoming. The point is to say Thanks for Reading!! Can't wait to entertain you some more!
Cheers!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Why I'm jealous of my cat & Our house is trying to kill all electronics in it!
Wow...you are some very lucky, lucky readers today!! First I gave you a ranty, cuss-free blog this morning addressing the less than military friendly practices of HP. Now, tonight I'm giving you a twofer...that's right a two-in-one blog tonight only!
Why I'm jealous of my Cat!!
(you'll need Amber's history of how she came to be a member of our family for this to make sense, so I'll keep it as short as possible)
Amber was originally named Bella and was once a stray with a litter of kittens. She was taken to a shelter, spayed, put up for adoption at the same time as her kittens and watched her kittens leave before she did. My sister went to that shelter, saw Bella, adopted her and took her home. Sadly, Bella was not a fan of infants and my sister had my niece to think of. Snotface (my sister) called me and asked if I could take Bella, instead of her having to return her to the shelter and say she's not good with children (Mac and I didn't have Nixon at this point). Mac and I discussed it, I made the 8 hour drive home, picked her up brought her back to Virginia and eventually we renamed her Amber (because I can't stand the name Bella...sorry, but it's just not a name anything in my house/family will ever be damned by).
Now the reasons why I'm jealous of Amber. Amber was spayed after having one litter of kittens, which she barely had to raise. Hell she never had to go through a toddler phase with her kittens! Lucky cat! Not only that, but being a cat, it would've been totally okay if she ATE one of her kittens!! She could've walked away and not taken care of any of them and we "caring" humans would've done all the hard work for her!! I mean, c'mon how fucking awesome is that?!?? Plus, cats don't pay for college, or diapers, or food. And cats don't have to potty train or deal with screeching, indepandant toddlers.
Yeah, I'm really jealous of Amber some days.
Our house is slowly murdering all our electronics!!
We've had a rash of recent electronic deaths and near deaths this week. First we had Nixon, popping off the keys from Mac's laptop. Then we had the watery death of Mac's laptop (and the rebirth of the Zombie Laptop!! complete with missing parts). Next came the close call of my coffee maker in the Flood of the Kitchen...it was saved (thank you Coffee Gods!!). I started to realize, some houses are cursed with ghosts and spirits, ours seems to have bad electronic mojo!
My worse fears were confirmed when tonight, in a brief moment of a flash blackout, my netbook's charger was fried! Yes, I am stupid enough to NOT have it plugged into a surge protector. So, I call Mac, trying to remain calm because I just purchased a 9 cell battery for my netbook yesterday!! While I called him, Nixon stood beside me saying "Momma, what is wrong? Are you okay, Momma? Momma, what happened?" Probably because I wasn't yelling at him and he didn't cause the broken shit, he felt like he did something wrong haha
After about 20 minutes, I tried to plug in my charger again....and it was working again.
So why wouldn't the power flicker again....within a minute of me plugging the fucking thing back in and charging my netbook again?!?!? (The reason for the new battery?? My old one holds a charge for less than an hour now...a freaking hour!! Yeah....I killed it, I realize that now.) So, of course, I think my charger got fried...again! I unplugged it, let it cool off, and tried not to freak out. Mac had already said we'd go and try to buy a new charger tomorrow for me. So, if it's dead, it's dead. But damn this house for trying to force me back into the stone age without my permission!!! I know where to find the Amish, I could go there if I wanted too, but I like running water and gas powered vehicles, computers, iPods and Internet too damned much to just live that way. PLUS....I like setting the preset timer on my coffee marker so that it's ready for me when I wake up in the morning. I also like the tv in the bedroom, that helps me eek out an extra 30-45 minutes of sleep in the morning (thanks to dvds and Nixon's ever changing taste in shows). I like microwaves (dear house....don't even think about that one, you've been warned!). And I like air conditioning and heat, depending on the time of year. Plus, my hair straightener.....I love the time I live in and I will not go quietly backwards. Yes, I'm refusing to accept another lifestyle...because I quite like mine just fine.
Fuck you house I will NOT yield!!!!
My charger is still working, at this time.
Why I'm jealous of my Cat!!
(you'll need Amber's history of how she came to be a member of our family for this to make sense, so I'll keep it as short as possible)
Amber was originally named Bella and was once a stray with a litter of kittens. She was taken to a shelter, spayed, put up for adoption at the same time as her kittens and watched her kittens leave before she did. My sister went to that shelter, saw Bella, adopted her and took her home. Sadly, Bella was not a fan of infants and my sister had my niece to think of. Snotface (my sister) called me and asked if I could take Bella, instead of her having to return her to the shelter and say she's not good with children (Mac and I didn't have Nixon at this point). Mac and I discussed it, I made the 8 hour drive home, picked her up brought her back to Virginia and eventually we renamed her Amber (because I can't stand the name Bella...sorry, but it's just not a name anything in my house/family will ever be damned by).
Now the reasons why I'm jealous of Amber. Amber was spayed after having one litter of kittens, which she barely had to raise. Hell she never had to go through a toddler phase with her kittens! Lucky cat! Not only that, but being a cat, it would've been totally okay if she ATE one of her kittens!! She could've walked away and not taken care of any of them and we "caring" humans would've done all the hard work for her!! I mean, c'mon how fucking awesome is that?!?? Plus, cats don't pay for college, or diapers, or food. And cats don't have to potty train or deal with screeching, indepandant toddlers.
Yeah, I'm really jealous of Amber some days.
Our house is slowly murdering all our electronics!!
We've had a rash of recent electronic deaths and near deaths this week. First we had Nixon, popping off the keys from Mac's laptop. Then we had the watery death of Mac's laptop (and the rebirth of the Zombie Laptop!! complete with missing parts). Next came the close call of my coffee maker in the Flood of the Kitchen...it was saved (thank you Coffee Gods!!). I started to realize, some houses are cursed with ghosts and spirits, ours seems to have bad electronic mojo!
My worse fears were confirmed when tonight, in a brief moment of a flash blackout, my netbook's charger was fried! Yes, I am stupid enough to NOT have it plugged into a surge protector. So, I call Mac, trying to remain calm because I just purchased a 9 cell battery for my netbook yesterday!! While I called him, Nixon stood beside me saying "Momma, what is wrong? Are you okay, Momma? Momma, what happened?" Probably because I wasn't yelling at him and he didn't cause the broken shit, he felt like he did something wrong haha
After about 20 minutes, I tried to plug in my charger again....and it was working again.
So why wouldn't the power flicker again....within a minute of me plugging the fucking thing back in and charging my netbook again?!?!? (The reason for the new battery?? My old one holds a charge for less than an hour now...a freaking hour!! Yeah....I killed it, I realize that now.) So, of course, I think my charger got fried...again! I unplugged it, let it cool off, and tried not to freak out. Mac had already said we'd go and try to buy a new charger tomorrow for me. So, if it's dead, it's dead. But damn this house for trying to force me back into the stone age without my permission!!! I know where to find the Amish, I could go there if I wanted too, but I like running water and gas powered vehicles, computers, iPods and Internet too damned much to just live that way. PLUS....I like setting the preset timer on my coffee marker so that it's ready for me when I wake up in the morning. I also like the tv in the bedroom, that helps me eek out an extra 30-45 minutes of sleep in the morning (thanks to dvds and Nixon's ever changing taste in shows). I like microwaves (dear house....don't even think about that one, you've been warned!). And I like air conditioning and heat, depending on the time of year. Plus, my hair straightener.....I love the time I live in and I will not go quietly backwards. Yes, I'm refusing to accept another lifestyle...because I quite like mine just fine.
Fuck you house I will NOT yield!!!!
My charger is still working, at this time.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Hewlett-Packard.....the Delta of the computer world??
Have I caught your attention now?? Can I borrow it for a few minutes, I've got a bit of a rant about HP and it's not very pretty.
Mac has been "shopping" for a new computer for a few months now, but until recently wasn't in a buying state of mind. That all changed earlier this week. So, after a couple people he knew recommended HP because of their "stellar" military discounts Mac built, paid for (hit a road block regarding the shipping apparently they don't ship to APO/FPO addresses...strike 1 HP), resolved this by paying $20 and using a service that gives a stateside address then forwards the item to your APO/FPO address, and received a confirmation email that his order was being processed. Mac was happy to be done with the stress of shopping for a new laptop.
Until he checked his email and saw this message from HP:
"Order Canceled- Please Call"
Mac came home from work this morning and called HP, to find out what the issue was and why they'd canceled the order. Was there a problem with the APO/FPO shipping company he was using to get to computer sent here? Was there something wrong with the components of the computer he'd built? Was the military discount code somehow invalid now? What was the issue? (knowing my husband, this drove him nuts all night at work...this not knowing why and having to wait to get an answer)
He called, and was put on hold for over 15 minutes. He was directed to the Corporate Headquarters and he got an apology for the inconvenience of a canceled order. He was asked for his location, so that "I may direct you to several HP stores nearby so that we may assist you in person better" (umm....here's a hint, lady, check your records and look at the billing info to see where the address is before offering this HOT PIECE OF HELP next time.....). Mac responded "I'm stationed overseas in Okinawa, Japan so you're suggesting I wait another year before getting a new computer from you??" She said "We'd be happy to assist you when you return to the states."
Here's the best part. The entire reason for the cancellation of Mac's order?? Are you sitting down? This came directly from HP's headquarters.
**crickets**
Yep, that's right. They did not give a reason for the canceled order. Not one single excuse. Not even some lame, half-assed excuse that you know is a lie, but at least they're making the attempt to lie to you, so you feel like that they care enough to lie to me so they must care a little bit about my business, so it's kind of okay? No, HP made no attempt at any of that. Instead they've still got a hold on my husband's bank card, for the amount of the computer ($379.00) for the next few days, even though they canceled the order, because, of course!, they processed his credit card info before canceling the order, so that's not why the order was canceled either. (The funds should be released in a few days, Mac's bank is very good about that. If it's not he'll call and get it taken care of, we're not too worried about it as far as that goes...after all he has the email that says "Order Canceled- Please Call" from HP).
The thing that really boils my blood is: why say "Please Call" if you have no intentions of explaining WHY the order was canceled? No explanation was given. NO resolution reached. Mac doesn't have a laptop coming his way from HP. But HP can still tote themselves as military friendly. Apparently, they're only military friendly if you're right their in their face, in uniform, in a store, setting their representatives minds at ease that you in fact truly do serve in the military.
And you know what, I'd even have understood (and I know Mac would have too), if he'd been told they wanted to verify his military service somehow, before processing the order. But no, they canceled it, wasted his time by having him call them and never gave him an explanation.
Hewlett-Packard......My husband is still waiting for a legitimate reason for your cancellation of his order.
Mac has been "shopping" for a new computer for a few months now, but until recently wasn't in a buying state of mind. That all changed earlier this week. So, after a couple people he knew recommended HP because of their "stellar" military discounts Mac built, paid for (hit a road block regarding the shipping apparently they don't ship to APO/FPO addresses...strike 1 HP), resolved this by paying $20 and using a service that gives a stateside address then forwards the item to your APO/FPO address, and received a confirmation email that his order was being processed. Mac was happy to be done with the stress of shopping for a new laptop.
Until he checked his email and saw this message from HP:
"Order Canceled- Please Call"
Mac came home from work this morning and called HP, to find out what the issue was and why they'd canceled the order. Was there a problem with the APO/FPO shipping company he was using to get to computer sent here? Was there something wrong with the components of the computer he'd built? Was the military discount code somehow invalid now? What was the issue? (knowing my husband, this drove him nuts all night at work...this not knowing why and having to wait to get an answer)
He called, and was put on hold for over 15 minutes. He was directed to the Corporate Headquarters and he got an apology for the inconvenience of a canceled order. He was asked for his location, so that "I may direct you to several HP stores nearby so that we may assist you in person better" (umm....here's a hint, lady, check your records and look at the billing info to see where the address is before offering this HOT PIECE OF HELP next time.....). Mac responded "I'm stationed overseas in Okinawa, Japan so you're suggesting I wait another year before getting a new computer from you??" She said "We'd be happy to assist you when you return to the states."
Here's the best part. The entire reason for the cancellation of Mac's order?? Are you sitting down? This came directly from HP's headquarters.
**crickets**
Yep, that's right. They did not give a reason for the canceled order. Not one single excuse. Not even some lame, half-assed excuse that you know is a lie, but at least they're making the attempt to lie to you, so you feel like that they care enough to lie to me so they must care a little bit about my business, so it's kind of okay? No, HP made no attempt at any of that. Instead they've still got a hold on my husband's bank card, for the amount of the computer ($379.00) for the next few days, even though they canceled the order, because, of course!, they processed his credit card info before canceling the order, so that's not why the order was canceled either. (The funds should be released in a few days, Mac's bank is very good about that. If it's not he'll call and get it taken care of, we're not too worried about it as far as that goes...after all he has the email that says "Order Canceled- Please Call" from HP).
The thing that really boils my blood is: why say "Please Call" if you have no intentions of explaining WHY the order was canceled? No explanation was given. NO resolution reached. Mac doesn't have a laptop coming his way from HP. But HP can still tote themselves as military friendly. Apparently, they're only military friendly if you're right their in their face, in uniform, in a store, setting their representatives minds at ease that you in fact truly do serve in the military.
And you know what, I'd even have understood (and I know Mac would have too), if he'd been told they wanted to verify his military service somehow, before processing the order. But no, they canceled it, wasted his time by having him call them and never gave him an explanation.
Hewlett-Packard......My husband is still waiting for a legitimate reason for your cancellation of his order.
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